I went to my pottery class this morning and thoroughly enjoyed myself.  I made a "rustic looking" soap dish.  Rustic means, the edges are wobbly, different thicknesses, there are finger indentations on the outside, and the design inside is off centre.  But I made it.  The vase is also "rustic" but I love it.  Both items still need to be glazed.  It's hard for me to let go and just try something, because I always want things to be perfect.  I'm old enough now that I understand that perfection is:

1-overrated

2-no always desirable

3-attained through years of experience and mistakes

So I'm letting go at pottery class and trying things, working with my hands, and chatting with lovely women.  I'm working on a pinch pot, or a vase, or a mug.  I have yet to decide what it will be and it keeps changing shape on me, so I keep changing my mind:)

It's kind of a down day.  I'm tired of the cold and being stuck indoors, but I also have no desire to freeze my face off.  I talked to my daughter yesterday for over an hour and it's so nice to have a grown up daughter to talk to.  She knows me, has known me for a long time but still doesn't know much about my life.  So we talked about my life a little and she talked about her life.  Nothing amazing, just sharing our stories, which is amazing.

Jack had a busy weekend with swimming lessons, then some time with his mama at the rec centre, where he went swimming again.  Yesterday was his buddy's birthday party at the trampoline park.  He slept well last night.  

Life is boring right now.  Cold, daycare and school, housework, radio, cooking supper.  I should probably take the time to work on Jack's quilt, but I feel unmotivated.  That will change with warmer weather, but right now, it's just cold.